Teen Transform: The College Years 15

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“We need a plan.”

“I don’t think….”

“Something that gets him and you…”

“But I don’t think….”

“…in the same place at the same time…”

“I don’t….”

“…without any distractions like fucking nice looking flirty guys who….”

“Barry!”

“What?”

“I don’t think these things work according to plans.”

“The fuck they don’t,” Barry replied. “This one girlfriend and me met because her friend Janine and my friend Stu were together and they thought me and Valerie should be together so they put us together.”

“But…”

“This other girlfriend and me ‘ran into each other’,” he said, rolling his eyes and using the most dramatic air-quotes that Tim had ever seen, “at the grocery store, only she totally planned it that way and practically waylaid me by the frozen foods and her nipples were all perky and shit like she’d put fucking ice cubes on ‘em and what the fuck was I supposed to do, and this other girlfriend….”

“Barry!”

“What?!?”

“How many girlfriends have you had?”

“Like, twelve? Maybe? I dunno, what does that matter?”

“And how long were these romances?”

“One lasted a whole fucking year, until she caught me screwing her best friend and got all weirdly possessive and….”

“You said you were an expert.”

“I’m totally an expert.”

“An expert at love.”

“I loved the fucking shit out of all my girlfriends.”

“One for almost a year.”

“Love…is a fickle bitch.” He smiled and flopped onto his bed which creaked and groaned audibly. “See, this is why our arrangement is so good. All the fucking, none of the commitment. It’s, like, the most perfect relationship ever. No wonder guys are turning gay everywhere.”

“Guys aren’t turning gay everywhere.”

“Present company excluded.”

?Well, yeah, but….”

“And every guy back at your high school.”

“Well, yeah, but….”

“You know how I know this is going to work? Why you and Jeremy will be together, overcoming all the stupid crap getting in your way?”

“How?”

He lifted his arms up and flexed his entire body into full muscular bloom. “Because here I sit in all my naked beauty and there you stand all dressed up for your date and you haven’t even attacked me yet.” He lowered his arms. “He’s your constant preoccupation, he’s the guy sitting inside your head who you imagine being with even when you’re standing in front of a naked guy who looks as good as I look, ready, willing and able to fuck your tight, delicious hole with two thick and meaty dicks pumped to bursting with sex juice, a pair of low hangers bulging with hot cum and a mouth that could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch until the cock crows and all you can do is stand there debating my credentials.”

Tim folded his arms over his gargantuan chest. “That doesn’t prove anything.”

“The fuck it don’t, bro.” He tilted his head. “Let’s take a tally. How many fucking boyfriends have you had?”

“Boyfriends?”

“How many?”

“Like, you mean…?”

“I mean boyfriends. Guys you do things with. Not just fuck. You can fuck anyone. I mean someone you wanted to be with. Wanted to know more…deeply. Dudes you would’ve done the craziest shit imaginable with just because they asked you to?”

“Well…none.”

“Right. And how many girlfriends have I had?”

“Twel…”

“Twelve! That’s right! So how about you take a few shut the fuck up pills and have a seat and discuss with an expert where exactly you fucked shit up.”

 

 

“Your place or mine?”

Jeremy’s brow wrinkled. “Pardon?”

Jeff smiled, setting his coffee cup down. “Your place,” he said, scratching Jeremy’s nipple with the nail of his index finger (which made Jeremy’s cock plump and sizzle), “or mine?”

“I thought….”

“You thought we were done? Oh, no, my ample friend, I’ve got a raging hard-on cooped up in my skivvies that needs attending. You got me so turned on I think I could fuck a hole through a cement wall and still have enough cum left over to paint the Mona Fucking Lisa all over your chest.”

“Colorful,” Jeremy observed.

“English major,” Jeff announced proudly. He licked his lips and allowed his gaze to wander around Jeremy’s impressive muscular torso. “So?”

“I have a roommate.”

“Would he like to join us?”

“No doubt,” Jeremy answered.

“Great!”

“Wait, you were serious?”

Jeff shrugged. “Not if you weren’t.” He pulled in a long breath. “Look, I realize I may have…a little more experience in these things than you do.” Jeremy started to blush and Jeff placed his hand on his thick shoulder. “And that’s perfectly fine, Jeremy. Really. I’m not judging you and I won’t ask you to do anything you don’t want to. It’s just…it seemed to me you rather enjoyed our little tryst here in this surprisingly public space, with me sucking your cock and you having your cock sucked, and I had fun. So….”

“So?”

“So, do you want to have some more fun?”

“What…kind of fun?”

Jeff pursed his lips. “What kind of fun do you want to try?” Jeremy seemed stymied by the question, so Jeff suggested, “You want to watch me jerk off?”

“Watch you?”

“Yeah.”

“Just…watch you?”

“It’s a place to start. I know I’d enjoy it, having you watch me. A little voyeuristic intention.” Jeremy showed no signs of recognition. “Rocky Horror? No?” The large muscular teen shook his head. Jeff's brow furrowed sympathetically. “My friend, I have so much to teach you.”

“So you’d…?” His eyes darted south towards Jeff’s crotch.

The smaller young man took his hand from Jeremy’s shoulder and put it on his bulge, massaging himself through his jeans. His voice lowered, and he watched Jeremy watching him as he spoke.

“I’d strip naked for you. Or you could strip me naked. Take as much time as you want - but not too much. Wouldn’t want me to spontaneously combust, now would we? Strip off my shirt. My pants. Touch my body, if you wanted to. And then I’ll slick up my grip, or you could spit on my dick, and you could watch me stroke out a thick load, watch what my body does, how I react, take it as slow as you want to. And whatever you felt like doing, as far as you wanted to go…we’ll go there together.”

“You’re not tired?”

“Dude, this hard-on needs some attention, whether you’re with me or not.” He narrowed his eyes and squeezed Jeremy’s shoulder. “I’d much prefer that you were with me. I like you.”

“You do?”

He nodded. “If you’ve had enough and want to call it a night, that’s totally….”

“Your place,” Jeremy said quickly.

“You’re sure?”

“No,” he answered, “but before I change my mind….”

Jeff looked towards the cash register. “Check!”

 

“And then what happened?”

“And then he goes ‘what about Barry?””

“Me?”

“You’re the only Barry around here.”

“What about me?”

“He asked if I loved you.”

“And what did you say?”

“Well, I told him yeah, I loved you.”

“You told him that?”

“Well, we just had that whole conversation about you and me and you said you loved me and I said I didn’t know if I loved you and then you explained about the different kinds of love and I thought, yeah, I love Barry, only he didn’t let me explain what I meant.”

“And then what?”

“So I said I loved you and he reacted all weird and I asked about that Jeff guy.”

“What about him?”

“Well, like, he was getting all pissed off about you and he’s right there with that guy!”

“And he said?”

“He asked me why I cared.”

“About Jeff.”

“Yeah!”

“And what did you say?”

“I said I cared.”

“Let me guess. He asked why you cared.”

“Yes! He did!”

“And you didn’t know what to say.”

“Well, I mean…no. Yeah. Jeez, this is as confusing as it was the first time!”

Barry sat back and pulled in a long, deep breath. “Okay. Now, don’t get flustered. Okay? Take a calming breath. Think about…the beach or something.”

Tim grimaced. “The beach?”

“Yeah, the beach! Think about the fucking beach!” Tim’s brow wrinkled and he looked doubtful. “Are you thinking about the beach?” Tim shrugged. “Okay. You’re calm. You’re in a good place. Now…why do you care about Jeremy?”

“Because…he’s awesome!”

“What else?”

“He’s…kind. And sweet. And beautiful.”

“Anything else?”

“And I wanna…I wanted to be with him. To hold him. To kiss him. I wanted to….”

“You wanted to love him.”

“But then he grabs up his stuff and marches out and leaves me hanging there like some dumbass and he’s probably right now with that Jeff guy making out with him and shit.”

 

 

Jeff unlocked the door to his room and opened it for Jeremy. “Kind of a mess, I’m afraid. But I wasn’t expecting company.”

“That’s okay,” Jeremy answered. Rather than flick on the overhead light, Jeff walked across the floor and turned on a desk lamp that had a soft amber light that painted the room in pale color. He leaned down and switched on a small space heater that hummed quietly, and Jeremy could feel its heat spreading across the floor. Then Jeff turned around and said, “Welcome to my humble abode.”

“It looks vaguely familiar,” Jeremy said, stepping inside a dorm room that was the mirror image of his own.

“Close the door,” Jeff instructed.

Jeremy swallowed and turned, closing it quietly and making sure it was latched.

“How do you feel?” Jeff asked.

“Weird” Jeremy answered.

Jeff huffed out a friendly laugh. “That’s a good description. Did you want to talk a little?”

“About what?”

He shrugged. “Whatever.” He was massaging his crotch again. “I can start if you want me to.”

“Start?” A touch of panic entered the word.

He laughed again. “Start the conversation. “

“Do you…do this a lot?”

“Have guys over?”

Jeremy nodded.

“I like to think I have my fair share. College seems like it’s filled with horny guys, and that’s just my type.”

“What…do you do?”

“Blow jobs. A lot of blow jobs. Straight guys like blow jobs as much as everyone else. More, maybe. Fucking. Rimming. Sometimes we both jerk off. Sometimes I jerk them off.” He had his hand on his crotch, he was petting himself.

“Whoa.”

“Does that shock you?”

“When…when was your first…?”

“I was fourteen. My best friend and I. Fooling around in his basement. I had already discovered the joys of self-love and I was explaining it to him, how sometimes instead of pee this white stuff comes out and how good it feels. He asked me to show him how so I did. After that we made it a pretty constant activity. I knew I liked watching him do it. He knew it, too. He said he wished he could suck on his own dick and I said me, too. And then I offered to suck on his and I liked that, too. The rest, as they say, is history.”

“Did you…?”

“I never fucked him. He never fucked me. That came later. In high school. Fucking is…awkward, at first. I’m guessing you’ve never…?” Jeremy shook his head. “It’s almost exactly like you expect, and it’s nothing like you expect at all. Some guys don’t even like it. They don’t get off. Other guys, that’s all they want to do. I’m lucky, I guess, because I’ve got a prostate that sends thick shivers of hot sex all through me. I fucking love to get fucked. But everybody - everybody - likes a blow job.”

“Only with guys?”

He shook his head. “No, I fuck girls, too. I like girls. I still fuck girls sometimes, it’s different from guys, it’s nice, and hot, but I like boys better.” He pursed his lips and grabbed his dick in his pants. “Seriously, Jeremy, all this talk has me about ready to bust a nut. I…kinda gotta do something about this.”

Jeff started to undo his pants when Jeremy put his hands on Jeff’s and started to do it for him. He fumbled it a little and his hands were shaking, half from excitement and half from being scared.

Jeff allowed him to do it, keeping his hands at his sides. Jeremy was a good half-a-foot taller and as big as an ox. Jeff watched the muscles of his shoulders bulge and flex, and the muscles and tendons on his forearms move. “Take my shirt off,” he instructed.

Jeremy looked up and met his gaze. “My shirt,” he repeated. Jeremy nodded and started to pull the light blue t-shirt from Jeff’s body. He had some trouble with the neck, but it eventually came off his head and he dropped it to the floor. “Can I take your shirt off?” Jeff asked.

Jeremy bit his bottom lip and nodded once.

 

 

 

“This isn’t a total disaster. This is completely fixable.” Barry stood up and put his hands on his roommate’s shoulders.

“How is this not a total disaster?”

“A total disaster would be if he didn’t show you any interest at all and ignored you, right?”

He shrugged. “I guess.”

“But what he did was get upset with you. He got jealous of you and me. And he wanted you to explain what you wanted, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Which means he cares.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Barry lifted his arm and scratched under his armpit. “This is completely fixable.”

“But…?”

“But what we need…is a plan.”

“A plan?”

Barry winked. “A plan.”

Tim inhaled deeply. “Jesus, you smell good.”

 

 

Jeff pulled Jeremy’s tight shirt up his torso. It was still slightly wet with sweat, and clung tenaciously to each hard bulge on its way up. When he had uncovered Jeremy’s two meaty pecs, he leaned in and licked his nipple playfully. “Fuck, Jeremy,” he whispered. “You are fucking hot.”

Jeremy shuddered and sighed, and he felt his cock pulse.

Jeff said, “Lift your arms, please,” and Jeremy did so. Jeff’s eyes drank in the sway of the man’s biceps and triceps, the fingers of muscle along the horseshoe, and a dank, delicious stink of Jeremy’s sweat and man-scent drifted towards him.

He peeled Jeremy shirtless and dropped the wet cotton garment to the floor, then stood back and rubbed himself as he just drank in the site of Jeremy’s body.

No one had ever looked at Jeremy with such open lust and sexual need before. He felt an odd thrill of being looked at, being wanted, being an object of pure desire. “Fuck,” Jeff whispered, gazing wide-eyed at the beauty before him.

Jeremy smiled and walked forward, popping open the buttons of Jeff’s slim jeans. He could see the root of Jeff’s prick, and he reached inside to pull him out.

 

Tim leaned forward and pressed his lips to Barry’s. His roommate opened his mouth and wrestled tongues, feeling his forgotten passion renew instantly.

Tim pulled his mouth off Barry’s and growled, “What is that smell?”

Barry smiled. “You like it?”

“Fuck yeah,” Tim answered, pushing his mouth greedily against Barry’s again. Suddenly he was all over his roommate, grabbing a handful of his hair, pushing his tongue into his mouth, reaching his other hand down to grasp his ass meat and push his fingers towards his familiar hot hole. He rubbed against his entry and then pulled his fingers to his nostrils and sucked the stink deep inside him. “What is that smell?” he growled.

Barry pushed his lips against Tim’s mouth and shoved his tongue inside. He could feel Tim’s heat - his explosion of sexual power - building with sudden fury. He was overcome, overtaken, overwhelmed with a lust so powerful that it could not be denied.

Barry released himself into this sudden lustful rush. He found himself being manhandled roughly, as Tim shoved his down onto his bed and fell upon his body, licking his neck and chest, kissing and biting him, and then pushing his tongue back inside Barry’s mouth and kissing him with unabated passion.

Tim sat up and literally ripped himself from his clothes, tearing his shirt from his body as he allowed himself to swell with power. His cocks pushed their way from his pants, splitting the zipper open and shoving forward stiffly, already drooling long, thick strings of hot honey.

Tim was practically eating him alive, and then he pushed Barry’s legs apart and shoved both his twins inside him, fucking him with hard thrusts and flooding his guts with cream. His pants ripped themselves apart and fell away from his quickly swelling frame.

Barry groaned and shouted. He clawed at Tim’s wide muscular back and felt his ass pulled apart and filled to the max with Tim’s thick meat.

“Fuck me,” he said, he pleaded, he cried. “Fuck me.”

 

Jeff’s dick was firm, but not hard. Jeremy held him in his hand, feeling the sensation of the other man’s heat against his skin. Jeff looked down as the large hand held him with gentleness, curiosity and desire. Jeremy wrapped his grip around Jeff’s silken prick and squeezed, causing Jeff to rise up onto his toes.

Jeremy looked up, asking, “Does that…?”

“Feels good,” Jeff said softly, his eyes now closed. It took concentration not to just start pumping his cum all over Jeremy’s hand. “Please don’t stop.” He came down the balls of his feet and leaned forward, resting his forehead against Jeremy’s shoulder.

Jeremy could feel the other boy’s breath against his neck. He felt and heard him moan softly. He rubbed the soft head of his dick gently, peeling back Jeff’s foreskin and rubbing the tender, sensitive helmet.

“Oh, fuck, Jeremy,” Jeff moaned. “Oh, fuck.” Jeff moved his head, turning it slightly. His mouth was open. His lips looked soft and moist. His eyes remained closed and Jeremy leaned down and put his mouth against Jeff’s mouth.

He had never kissed another man before. For that matter, he had never kissed anyone on the mouth in this way before. Jeff tilted his head and kissed him back. It was a soft, warm thing.

Jeremy found himself overcome with a sudden and serious heat that started from his scalp and cascaded downward, as if being doused in hot water. It tingled as it traveled, and made his heart fillip and his breath catch. When it reached his loins, it traveled along the length of his cock and reached toward the tip, sending a renewed sizzle of pre along the fat shank and bathing the tip in wet warmth. His balls seemed to move, to swell and recede as if breathing, and then the sensation moved on down along his thighs and over his kneecaps and licked his calves and ankles until in moments his whole body was hot.

He felt something push his lips, nudging against them, some wet, warm thing and he opened his mouth and Jeff’s tongue licked his lips and traveled between them inside Jeremy’s mouth. He felt it push and rub and caress his own tongue, and he tentatively returned the gestures, unsure of what he was doing but realizing some instant sexual bliss tangled up in the actions.

Jeff’s cock pulsed and throbbed in his hand. He squeezed and rubbed it, then he could feel Jeff’s hand pressed against his own crotch, kneading and grasping his meat through his pants.

The kiss deepened. Jeff’s other hand wound behind his neck. It felt cool against his skin, and then he could feel Jeff’s body pressing against his own, so much skin against his, so warm and smooth.

“Help me get my pants off,” Jeff said, hardly breaking the kiss before pressing their mouths together again.

Jeremy’s hands fumbled to undo Jeff’s fly, his excitement and anxiousness making him more awkward than he felt. Jeff smiled against Jeremy’s lips and reached down, resting his own hands on his partners and whispered, “Slowly. Relax. Take your time. You might want to remember this.”

Jeremy blinked and felt Jeff guiding his hands - his fingers - and together they undid each silver button of Jeff’s tight jeans, popping him free of his cage. Jeff’s hands crawled up Jeremy’s forearms and wound behind him, pulling them close. “Nice,” Jeff said softly. “Now take my cock out.”

He was caught inside his jeans and Jeremy extracted him, feeling his heat and hardness. He seemed to swell as he came free, and in Jeremy’s larger hand Jeff felt small compared to his own, more familiar Tim-enhanced monster. Jeff sprang outward and started to rise with eager pulses, pushing against Jeremy’s crotch with his erection.

They both looked down and Jeremy’s mouth, smeared with Jeff’s spit and blush red, hung open as he gazed upon the other man’s beauty. He placed his palm against Jeff’s helmet. He surrounded his dick with his hand. Jeff leaned back, gathering spit in his mouth and let a long string of saliva drool from his mouth to coat Jeremy’s grip.

Jeff moaned with deep satisfaction as Jeremy began to stroke the first dick that was not his own.

 

Tim was on top of Barry in a flash, his twins swollen to godhood and spraying precum like his life depended on it. He had felt this way, this depth of desire and overwhelming lust, only one other time in his life, and that was on the day he had been welcomed as the newest Muscle Club member when his body had been deluged with sex and he had lost control, needing only to explode his new swollen cargo of seed with his mighty cannons.

Barry surrendered to Tim’s needs, though he was strong enough to give as good as he got. In some way, he both sensed and wanted to be the slave to Tim’s body, and allow the other man to do whatever he wanted or needed to do, gasping for breath and dizzy with lust.

Tim pushed himself inside Barry’s ass and instantly exploded, filling his guts with hot lava that streamed out of him like a torrent, flooding the other man with sex. His internal time bomb exploded at the same time, a sexual and muscular detonation unlike any he had managed to this point, suffused with some unspeakable and insatiable power, its fuse lit by the remnants of Chuck’s sexual acrobatics only minutes before.

To Barry, at ground zero, it felt as if he had died and gone to heaven. His physical and mental capacities were inundated with that familiar sense of Tim’s dominance, driven into and through him, and had he not already been upgraded to his own full potential he would have been instantly transformed.

The bomb radiated outward in the otherwise empty dormitory, passing through walls and floors, an invisible blast of pure sex and muscle that - had it happened when college was still in session - would likely have produced dozens of new, powerful, oversexed muscle gods ripping them free of their small, tight clothing and causing their newly grown twin fuck cannons to start erupting like geysers.

Chuck, as it happened, had gone for a night flight, pushing himself naked into the chilly winter darkness and moving around and between the thick and heavy gusts that his augmented senses could detect. He could not know what was happening below him, but its power was uncompromised and unassailable, losing strength as it traveled but still in ownership of its essential capabilities.

It hit him at 20% of its initial power, but even that was still strong enough to cause him to gasp and shudder and release a sudden cascade of his own ultra-pure and high-powered cum, suffused with the essence of truman power. He began to fall as he came, momentarily stunned, shooting streams of cream from both barrels as the cold winds wrapped themselves around his plummeting form.

 

Across campus, in building 3, both young men were struck by Tim’s radiating force. Though it had diminished greatly in its travels, it still contained its essential power to transform another man within seconds of contact.

The seams of Jeremy’s pants began to split as his legs developed new muscle. He felt himself grow suddenly hot, and felt Jeff’s hands grasping onto him hard, digging his fingers into the meaty brawn on his widening back. His cock pulsed and buzzed and swelled, inflating with new size and power, and his balls bulged with cream.

Jeff gasped and swooned, feeling the same sensations of sex and power wash over him in an instant, and his smaller body began developing new muscle that stretched his skin and made him experience a growing sensation of strength. The muscles lining his arms grew distinct and separate, his smooth, flat belly was suddenly populated with six swelling bumps and his shoulders rose and widened. He could feel his butt extend against his pants, puling his crotch apart as it demanded space for its development. His thighs and calves pushed against his jeans and he felt his skin rubbing against Jeremy’s as his body rose higher.

He was growing, and so was Jeremy. They held each other and kissed each other as the event passed through them, a long wave suffused with sex and muscle, growing less powerful as the moments passed and its effects waned and traveled outward.

It actually lasted mere moments, but its effects were both pronounced and surprising.

Jeremy was mostly unaware that anything was happening. He had fallen into the moment’s embrace of his first sexual encounter and was dizzy and shocked already. Jeff knew that something odd - something magical and powerful and altogether impossible - was happening but the power of Tim’s sexplosion only made him hungrier for Jeremy’s lips and hands and touch. He renewed the lustful advances, pushing his mouth against Jeremy’s, pushing his tongue inside, rubbing himself against the other young man as his body and senses became overwhelmed with Tim’s enormous power.

Jeremy realized the benefits more strongly than Jeff. His body, already primed by his earlier encounter with Tim’s unstoppable power, swelled with new muscle like a sponge, gaining pounds of brawn over his frame while growing another two inches taller. Looking less like a well-trained gymnast and ever more like the wrestler that Jeff imagined him to be, his arms bulged outward simultaneous with his chest and shoulders. His already swollen legs ripped his pants open, unable to contain themselves within his old clothing. His cock plumped and lengthened, adding another half-inch to its already impressive size and girth, pushing against the crotch of his pants with uncomfortable need.

The two young men kissed and groped and caressed each other as they benefited from the time bomb, swelling with muscle and sex in Jeff’s dorm room until the detonation passed by them and dissipated.

“Ah, fuck,” Jeff whispered. Jeremy squeezed Jeff’s cock and stroked its spit-coated sensitive skin. A sizzle of pre erupted up its shaft and Jeff shuddered and sighed. “Feels…so good.”

“Yeah,” Jeremy agreed. Jeff’s lips were warm and soft. His arms surrounded Jeremy’s bulk, squeezing him tightly. He could feel the hardness of Jeff’s body, its muscles and warmth, pressed against his flesh.

 

 

Chuck recovered before plunging back to the ground, which would likely have left quite a dent in the earth. He slowed himself and sailed through the thick winds again, twisting and turning his majestic naked form as if swimming through invisible currents.

“Wow,” he said softly, turning in mid-air and looking back down at the dorm building where the effects of what he just felt had undoubtedly originated. This wave was stronger than any other he’d experienced yet. He wondered what it had felt like at the epicenter, and if Barry was experiencing any benefits other than the usual heightened sexual and masculine power.

Tim was an anomaly. A powerhouse. If this was a sample of what he could do without trying very hard, what would happen if he applied himself?

Perhaps it was time to accelerate the plan.

Now all he had to do was come up with a plan to accelerate.

 

Tim’s and Barry’s room - Tim & Barry’s entire building - was permeated with the essence of Tim. It was in the walls and floors and ceilings. It lingered like a scent, and indeed there was a very strong scent of sex that accompanied the remnants of Tim’s explosion.

Its effect on Barry was to turn him into the fuck machine that Tim had become, now re-energized by the intense but invisible flash of his roommate’s superpower so that all Barry wanted now was to fuck Tim within an inch of his life.

He grabbed the other man and shoved him backwards, jumping atop him and pushing their mouths together. Barry was overcome with desire - he wanted to be inside Tim, to feel Tim’s surround him, to feel Tim everywhere. He grabbed his roommate’s ankles and split him open, shoving his fountaining twins inside Tim’s heavenly hole and pistoning his hips like a diesel on overdrive, feeling each delicious inch of every single fuck shocking him with an electrical current of pure bliss.

Tim’s hand dug into the concrete floor as if it were made of butter. Barry was shoving him so hard that his wide, muscular back was wrinkling the floor like cement cloth. He pinched his eyes shut and gasped for air and sank into the abyss of Barry’s sudden devouring need.

Barry raised his chin and opened his mouth and let out a feral cry of victorious pride, fucking Tim harder than he’d ever fucked anyone in his life, driven beyond the saturation point of even his accelerated and amplified libido to withstand.

 

 

“Did you put something in my coffee?” Jeff looked down at himself, playing his fingers across his rippling belly. “Am I high?”

“No,” Jeremy replied.

Jeff looked up, into his eyes. “Is this a dream?”

“No,” he repeated.

“I’m bigger,” Jeff reported, then he let his gaze wander across Jeremy’s naked torso, moving his hands over his pectoral globes and six-pack stomach, along the sides of his body, up to where his lats are flaring under his thicker, more muscular arms. “You’re bigger.”

“Yes.”

Jeff tilted his head. “Does this happen to you a lot?”

“It happens with surprising frequency.”

“What…? How…?”

“That guy you saw? In the library?”

“Tom?”

“Tim. Tim has…a power. Or something.” He raised one arm and watched his new muscle bulge. “This was a bad one.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I know. I don’t entirely either.”

“Tim did this?”

“I’m not sure he meant to, but I suspect that he did.”

“This is impossible.”

“This is improbable, but I'm afraid it’s not impossible.”

Jeff gulped. “Fuck, I’m horny.”

“Yeah, that too.”

“Do you want to fuck me?” Jeff asked, kissing him lightly.

“I don’t know,” Jeremy answered truthfully.

“I want you to fuck me.” Jeremy’s brow furrowed and he looked oddly concerned. “Don’t worry, I’ve got condoms,” Jeff added.

“It’s not that.”

“I know.”

“I’ve never….”

“I know.” Kiss. “It’s okay.” Kiss. “We’ll be together.” Kiss. “It’s okay.”

Jeremy gulped and sucked in a long, slow breath. “Okay.”

Jeff took Jeremy’s hand in his and lead him to the bed. He sat down and stripped off Jeremy’s torn pants, leaning in to kiss Jeremy’s fat prick before it swelled with blood and inflated to gorgeous glory. He shoved off his own jeans and gasped softly when he saw the muscles that now lined his legs, starkly swelling up under his skin. He ran his hands along the new wedges of defined brawn, marveling at the sensation.

“Impossible,” he repeated.

Jeremy’s libido heated up as he looked down at the beautiful naked man before him. Jeff’s cock was fully erect, its swollen head reaching up towards his navel on his newly developed six-pack abs. He was caressing himself with open admiration, a sensual display of self-love that made Jeremy want to reach down and do the same. “Can I…?”

Jeff looked up, smiling, and then he took Jeremy’s hand and guided it to his body. Jeff’s skin was warm and soft, and Jeremy’s tentative touch moved with utmost grace and care over the other young man’s body.

Jeff laid back onto his bed, moving his head towards the pillow and pulling Jeremy on top of him. Jeff enjoyed the sensation of another man’s weight on him, and Jeremy was a large, heavy, hard and muscular man. He moved his hands behind Jeremy’s head and pulled their lips together, whispering, “Relax, relax, you’re all right, everything is all right,” to calm the other man’s rigid demeanor and sense of fear.

True to his word, Jeff was feeling very horny, indeed. If Jeremy would have allowed himself, he would have admitted that his own engines had been revved into the red by Tim’s unsubtle intrusion, but his dick was doing a great job of conveying what his body was feeling even if he was too embarrassed or ashamed to say the words.

Jeremy’s hard cock felt like a molten iron bar pressing against Jeff’s body. It felt a foot long and as thick as a salami, throbbing with distinct pulses against him, spreading an intense heat into his belly. He ached to feel that thing stretching his hole and shoving itself inside of him. Jeremy was a good kisser, if a little tentative and unschooled. But what he lacked in experience he was more than making up for in enthusiasm, returning Jeff’s passion with surprising aplomb.

“Are you ready?” Jeff asked. Then he smiled. “You certainly feel ready. Your dick feels like a motherfucking steel rod.”

“Okay,” Jeremy said rather meekly.

Jeff nudged him to sit up, straddling his body. His hard-on rose up to attention, throbbing with hard beats. “I’m gonna put a rubber on your dick, okay?”

“Okay.”

He reached over to the nightstand, pulling the drawer open and extracting a foil square, tearing it open with his teeth. “Looks like you’re going to need the largest I’ve got, big boy.”

“Sorry,” Jeremy said.

Jeff laughed softly. “Only you would apologize for having a big cock.” He grabbed Jeremy in his hand and deftly started unfurling the tight rubber sheath over his bulbous helmet and long shaft. Jeremy was so big now that even this large condom kept fighting against its unrolling, but a few inches in the ring grabbed on and Jeff stroked Jeremy’s prick until he was encased.

Jeremy had never worn a condom, and the sensation of tightness and the way his cock looked shiny and new made him feel even sexier for reasons he didn’t understand. Then Jeff was applying a thick squirt of lube that draped down his cock and Jeff started to position himself for entry.

“Take your time with this part,” he advised. “I’ve had big partners before but…uh…you’re kind of in a class all by yourself.”

“Is it going to hurt?”

“We won’t know until we try, Jeremy. And I’m pretty fucking excited to try.” Jeremy rose onto his knees as Jeff scissored his legs open to expose his butt hole to Jeremy’s fuck tool. Jeff was surprisingly pliant, but perhaps he’d done this before.

“Okay,” Jeremy answered dutifully.

“Now, you sort of need to prepare the way. I’m not going to lie and say that I haven’t had a lot of experience in this department, but we’ll both enjoy this more if you kind of tease me open.”

“Like…how?”

“Well, I’d usually ask you to rim me, but I think we should probably start with something less challenging.”

“Like, lick you?”

“Yeah. I fucking love doing that to a guy. But I’m a butt man. I love ass. I love everything about a man’s ass.”

“I’m not sure I’m ready for….”

“Use your fingers. But not all of them!” Jeremy drew back suddenly. “Sorry! It’s…that’s an unbelievably sensitive spot. Just…start with one. Get some spit on your digit and have some fun. Have you ever, y’know, played with yourself down there?” Jeremy shook his head. “Okay, well, start slow and tender. Small circles. Little pushes. You’ll know if you’re doing it right.”

"How will I know?"

"If I'm squirming and moaning and squeaking and my eyes are rolling up into my head, you're doing it right."

“Okay.”

Jeremy looked down at Jeff’s tight pucker as he drew his fingers into his mouth to coat them with spit. How he was ever going to fit himself into that tiny little hole seemed like another impossibility to him. But Jeff’s pucker was surprisingly reactive and limber, and after only a few minutes of exploration Jeff started to moan. It was a deeply satisfying sound, and its effects on Jeremy were equally dramatic. Jeff's dick was rock hard and his balls had seized up.

“Fuck, I want you in me,” he groaned, reaching down to stroke himself. “Fuck me, Jeremy. Fuck my ass.”

“Okay.”

Jeremy grasped his thick, steel-hard cock and forced the swollen head towards Jeff’s wet hole. He kissed the hot tip against the tight pucker and watched it close against him. “Push it in,” Jeff demanded. “Fuck me, Jeremy. You gotta fuck me.” Jeremy licked his lips as he watched Jeff open himself.

Slowly, and with care, Jeremy pushed against Jeff’s tightness, opening his hole wider and wider as he moved the spongey head of his erection into Jeff’s ass. The other man winced and sighed, bit his lip and clenched his jaw as the huge intrusion advanced inside him.

It was all a bit strange at first for Jeremy. Even the idea of inserting his dick inside another man’s ass felt weird. He was aware that this was how men had sex, but considering the mechanics of the action and actually doing it were worlds apart.

Firstly, he…liked looking at Jeff’s butt hole. He’d never even considered such a thing, that he might find another man’s asshole appealing. Faces, chests, butts, dicks...for sure he liked those things. But now he was looking at this spit-shiny little pink pucker and found his dick throbbing for it.

He liked playing with it. Teasing it. Prodding it. Pushing his finger and then fingers through the tight ring to its interior. It was surprisingly pliant and inside it felt soft and warm, not like some tight chute made of meat at all. His dick pulsed and throbbed at the idea of being inside him, feeling that soft, wet heat enveloping his entire prick. In a sense it was the most intimate thing he could think of doing to someone else. He had...control of Jeff. And Jeff like it!

Now that he was pushing himself in, grabbing his cock by the shaft and slowly guiding it into Jeff’s butt, it felt tight all over again. But the heat was there, the intrinsic human heat of Jeff’s beautiful body, and it was obvious that Jeff wanted him inside. Sweat sprung up on his body and his concentration level was ludicrous.

But then with a kind of pop, he was beyond the back door, and then things started working rather more smoothly as Jeff managed to relax and welcome Jeremy’s monster fully inside him.

Inch by inch, Jeremy moved into the wet heat. Jeff began to moan and shudder in a kind of bliss. Jeremy was a few inches in when Jeff tensed up again and Jeremy froze with his hard-on pushed halfway inside, surrounded by tight heat inside its rubber sheath.

“That’s…holy fuck you’re huge! Fuck you’re so big. That feels so good. That’s good Jeremy, that feels really good. Now start to move your hips to fuck me. Move your dick in and out. You’ll…holy fuck, that feels sooooo good. Yeah, like that. Oh, fuck, Jeremy. Oh…. oh….. oooooohhh….”

Jeff’s voice sunk down low and then climbed high into an actual squeal of delight. Tingles of bliss began to erupt along Jeremy’s dick and he closed his eyes to concentrate on that sensation as he slowly, almost mathematically, started fucking someone else for the first time in his life.

 

It wasn’t only Chuck’s scent that lingered on Barry’s muscular body, his taste was there, too. Remnants of his cum and sweat and spit were all over Barry’s skin, and Tim was attuned to another man’s - particularly another transformed man’s - essences.

They’d flip-fucked again, and now Tim was on top of his roommate with his dicks buried to the hilt and fucking like a machine. His glutes swelled and flexed as his pushed himself in and pulled himself out, feeling the incredible sensations of Barry’s magic ass like a million tongues or fingers or both, simultaneously stroking and licking and sucking against him. His dicks throbbed with power and he shot endless ropes of thick, hot cream inside Barry’s guts.

Barry tasted good. Tim licked his skin, his neck, his face, his armpits, the deep valley between his pecs, the tributaries flowing around each of his abdominal mounds. Then he was kissing him again, shoving his tongue inside, then biting his shoulder, sucking his earlobe. There was not an inch of Barry that Tim did not desire.

Tim did not know why or what it was that had so altered his perceptions of Barry, and his partner did not care. Barry's cocks were shoving cum out of his balls like pumps, spraying his warm, sticky seed between them in some magical cycle, giving Tim back the fuel he was expending inside him, bathing them both in warm, gooey sex.

The two men could only groan and coo and cry, lost in a haze of pure ecstasy, surrendering to the rhythm of overwhelming desire and complete satisfaction over and over and over.

 

It’s hardly surprising to say that Jeremy enjoyed fucking. Perhaps he would have enjoyed it before his body had ever been altered by Tim’s invisible upgrades, but he was on the pathway towards becoming what Tim and Barry already were, and his body was attuned to sex and carnal pleasures like a race car is tuned for the track.

Once inside, it felt to him as if something clicked, some switch had been thrown or some gear had met its opposite and now the machine was operating at full capacity and pumping pure sexual bliss through his entire body.

His brain was being rewired for this. His libido had been making do with masturbatory interludes and rewarding him in kind, but now he was diving into an intimacy with another body that began to feed all his talents and desires as if the treasure chest had finally been unlocked.

He fucked Jeff deep and hard. He pulled his legs apart and plunged inside. He stroked Jeff’s sweaty, firm body as shocking vibrations of bliss erupted along his cock and then he leaned down and scooped the man up in his strong arms and planted him firmly on his majestic prick, grasping him under his arms and physically using him like some human-shaped sex toy.

Jeff wrapped his legs around Jeremy and gulped in air, trying to focus but lost in some deep sexual frenzy. Jeremy was not even close to a fully-upgraded model, but he had been given the first hints of the superhuman sexuality that the Muscle Club boys possessed and now his body was realizing and understanding some of those powers and putting them into action.

They fell back onto the bed and Jeremy pushed himself to the balls inside his lover and squirted a fat gout of cream inside him. He moved his hands up Jeff’s naked torso and leaned into him and kissed his mouth with hard passion and deep need. He shifted his hips, extracting his monster inch by inch and then shoved home again, and came again, and kissed again.

His brain turned sideways and dismissed his feelings of inadequacy and his fears of deficiency. He was being flooded with endorphins and dopamine. His body was being pumped with testosterone, his muscles sang and flexed and bulged. Everything felt good. Everything felt perfect.

Jeremy was discovering his new talents - his new skills - with speed and deftness. If sex were shoes, he was becoming a pair of Pradas. If sex was a movie, he was becoming IMAX 3D. If sex was a car, he was becoming a Maserati.

And all Jeff could do was hang on for the ride.

 

 

“Holy fuck!”

“I know!”

“No, dude. I mean…holy fuck!”

“Yeah, I know.”

“No…like…dude…hoe. Lee. FUCK!”

“Dude.” Tim looked at Barry. “I know.”

“That. Was. Fucking. AWESOME!”

“You weren’t so bad yourself.”

“I meant me, asshole.”

“Oh.”

“Fucking fuck, dude. I’ve never…no one…that was….”

“Right?”

“God damn, son!”

“I know!”

“But…. Shit.”

“Yeah.”

“No, I mean…shit!” Barry gestured at the state of their room, which could easily be qualified as a disaster area. The beds were destroyed, there were man-sized dents in the wall, and the floor looked as if someone had taken a wrecking ball to it. If anyone had walked in, they might have wondered if a very targeted and highly destructive earthquake had somehow managed to strike this one room alone.

“Oh,” Tim said. “That.”

“Yes, that! I mean…holy fuck!”

“I might have gotten a little….”

“You think?”

“Um.”

“Yeah, fucking ‘um.’ What the fuck are we gonna do about this?”

“Apply for a new room?”

“And explain all this how?”

“Maybe we can fix it.”

“Dude. There’s a fucking butt-shaped trough in the floor.”

“Nice butt,” Tim admired.

“That’s not exactly my point.”

“Still, it is a very nice butt.”

Barry scrubbed a hand through his sweaty mane and sucked in a deep breath. “Holy shit, dude.”

“Yep.”

“Maybe next time the feeling takes you, maybe we go outside where the only thing to break are, like, trees and shit?”

“Next time,” Tim agreed.

Barry looked over and a smile crept across his lips. “That was fucking epic, bro.”

Tim smiled back and shrugged. “I have my moments.” Then his eyes narrowed and he asked, “By the way, in the middle there, did I…?” He lifted his hands and drew them apart while making an exploding sound in his throat.

“I think you kind of did.”

“Yeah, I think I kind of did, too.”

“Fucking lucky that no one else was around, dude.”

“Fucking lucky,” Tim agreed.

 

“Well,” Jeff said, rubbing his thumb across Jeremy’s nipple, “I think it’s fair to say that you are no longer virgin territory.” Jeremy’s head was resting against Jeff’s chest. They were both lying on Jeff’s bed, still naked and coated in sweat. Jeff’s arms embraced Jeremy loosely, with the soft light from Jeff’s lamp throwing shadows against the wall.

Jeremy sighed contentedly. “Yeah,” he agreed.

“Yeah,” Jeff mocked in a deep voice. Jeremy laughed. “How do you feel?”

“Good. Weird. Good.”

“My ass is gonna hurt for a month,” Jeff observed.

“Sorry,” Jeremy replied automatically.

“I’m kidding, Jeremy. I think if my ass could get up it would bow to you and ask if there was some way to join your kingdom as an unworthy servant. Seriously, Jeremy, for a first time that was, like, epic.” He reflected and then added, “Oh, fuck that. That was epic no matter how many times you’ve ever done it. I think you have a future in this, my friend. You might consider doing it professionally.”

“I'll consider that as a possible career move.”

Jeff was caressing Jeremy’s wide, thick pectoral muscles. “I’d invite you to spend the night but it’s already morning, so….”

“I should get back to my room,” Jeremy said, though he made no immediate move to rise. “My roommate is probably wondering what happened to me.”

“This is the roommate who wouldn’t object to a three-way?”

“This is the roommate who’d probably show up at a gathering of the We Hate Sex Club and turn it into an orgy.”

“I’ve never been to an orgy. Maybe I should escort you home.”

“I have a feeling you’ll meet up with Chuck eventually.”

“Are you saying I’m a tart?”

“I’m saying he is.”

“Oh,” Jeff answered.

“Who uses the word ‘tart,’ anyway?”

“You have a better word?”

“I’ve always been partial to floozy.”

“Hussy.”

“Strumpet.”

"Trollop."

“Ooh! Good one!”

“English major,” Jeff explained.

Jeremy sat up, pulling reluctantly from Jeff’s embrace and turned around. “Thank you,” he said.

“Oh, fuck, Jeremy, if anyone should be thanking anyone, I should be thanking you!”

“You know what I mean.”

Jeff smiled. “Yeah. I know what you mean.” Then he leaned forward and kissed Jeremy softly. “This was fun,” he said.

“Master of understatement.” Then he nodded. “It was fun.”

“Good, that’s exactly what sex should be.” He pushed against Jeremy’s muscular back and the larger man stood up. He was a towering mass of bulges, slick with sweat and glowing in the soft light. Naked, he appeared to be some Greek statue made flesh, or a Roman god striding the land of mortals. His chest heaved up and down as he breathed. The six-pack of prominent abdominal bulges swelled in and out slowly. His cock, still several inches even soft and hanging heavily over his large balls, was an ode to the male form in its beauty and majesty.

Jeff reached for Jeremy’s hand and they held on to each other for a few moments. “I had fun, too,” he said.

Jeremy reached down to grab his ripped clothing and held his pants up. “Well, hell,” he said. Then he pushed his legs inside his jeans and posed for Jeff. The seams had split up the side exposing the new meat that had bloomed on his legs. His cock made a prominent bulge in the crotch until he adjusted himself, creating a not-very-subtle tube leading towards his hip. “How do I look?”

“Ridiculous.”

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.”

Jeremy paused to gaze on Jeff’s still-naked form. The other man was so comfortable with his body - with himself. He was not in the least bit embarrassed or shy, and that confidence made Jeremy’s dick buzz and throb. Without realizing it, Jeremy was staring with avid hunger at Jeff’s nude form. The man wasn’t attempting to be sexy or overtly arousing, he wasn’t moving his hands across his body or rubbing his dick, he was just lying there, naked, looking all kinds of beautiful. “See you around?” Jeff asked.

“Okay,” Jeremy answered, pulled from his reverie. He attempted to pull his shirt back over his head but he had grown too large for it, and its seams tore open in several places. To Jeff’s eyes, it appeared that the Incredible Hulk was standing in his room, having recently swelled with angry muscle. “See you around,” Jeremy agreed, and then he left.

Jeff smiled. “Count on it,” he said softly.

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